The machine turned black as the power
went out. Slowly returning to our natural
origin of birth.
My mind went blank. White. A tabula rasa of
sorts. Now she said as we entered the field of our
own existence. The familiar pulsing sensations
that made its way through my body pushed me forward
into this strange world.
Rotating fields of energy greeted me on this
new plane. As if entering a new universe opened
up both body, mind and soul. So did it expand our
certain sense of who we are as individuals.
There is a certain acknowledgment of discovering
the strange and abnormal, without leaving one's
place. But through the act of leaving the body,
and using one's mind to achieve new boundaries,
our souls enhance in ways we cannot comprehend.
May Jeff Buckley's soul and song live on...
May 15, 2012
May 15, 2012 at 1:32 PM UTC
The machine turned black as the power
went out. Slowly returning to our natural
origin of birth.
My mind went blank. White. A tabula rasa of
sorts. Now she said as we entered the field of our
own existence. The familiar pulsing sensations
that made its way through my body pushed me forward
into this strange world.
Rotating fields of energy greeted me on this
new plane. As if entering a new universe opened
up both body, mind and soul. So did it expand our
certain sense of who we are as individuals.
There is a certain acknowledgment of discovering
the strange and abnormal, without leaving one's
place. But through the act of leaving the body,
and using one's mind to achieve new boundaries,
our souls enhance in ways we cannot comprehend.
May Jeff Buckley's soul and song live on...
JMC - 06/24/08